A Weekend of Family Fun

I'm a little sad to be back after a weekend visit with my family...I must admit I still get homesick even at my advanced age.

Whereas I live in N.J. the rest of my family lives in Massachusetts. When I drop in for a visit I enjoy a three day open house with brothers and sisters dropping in and out. On top of that I grew up in a gorgeous beach town and taking the jeep out on the beach...laying in the warm sun and listening to the waves is a true blessing.

This weekend I was hoping my brother and sister-in-law would be welcoming their first child.....alas I will have to be patient a little longer. I am staying close to the phone and waiting for the call to tell me that I am an aunt again.

My family is great and though they may poke fun at me or give me a hard time they are in truth my greatest supporters. It is o.k. for them to make fun of me but just let someone outside the family try. It would not be pretty.

Family is something I am guilty of taking for granted... I don't intend to, it just happens. Visiting my Dad really brought that home. His health is failing and I don't get to see him that often. When I do see him I often can't say to him all the things I am truly longing to. Life is short and in the end... for me... family is what I have.

My family is a huge part of my connection with the human race. They are the ones that have witnessed my life unfolding almost as long as I have and are not afraid to share their perspective of how it is turning out.

I am grateful for the unique, quirky family I have been granted. In my eyes they are the best.